When we arrived at the airport this evening to drop my mom off, the check-in desk was closed. Since the sign on it said it would still be closed for an hour yet, we all piled back in the car and went to Pix Patisserie and had coffee and macarons. I know you can’t really stretch time, but it was almost like we could. Just for an hour, the flower unbloomed.
Someday I will get tired of posting pictures of roses in Portland. Today is not that day. And now I have new contact lenses after way too long, so I see everything. Writing from: the living-room. Listening to: the “Hamilton” soundtrack in my head, as usual.
Today’s photo is yet another beautiful specimen from Rose City, which is certainly living up to the nickname this week. Before my dad and I said goodbye tonight, we took one last wander around the neighborhood and stopped to smell the roses. I had a whole rumination on our far-flung lives and how relieved I am to be at least on the same continent as my own family again … but my iPad ate it.
[gallery ids=“93326,93324,93323,93322,93325” type=“square”] During my dad and stepmom’s visit in Portland, I have been opting to go to bed on time instead of posting a photo each night. Tonight I realized that I was five posts behind. Whoops! Here is a quick catch-up. Our activities have included a stunning drive in the Columbia River Gorge, communing with the Belmont Goats, a tootle around the International Rose Test Garden, and plenty more I didn’t think to photograph.
Our backyard is quite photogenic in springtime. Here is a bloom from one of our dianthus plants. I wish I had the wherewithal to write a proper post tonight. I’ll leave you with a Zen update: she now climbs up the stairs all by herself. I thought yesterday might have been a fluke, but she did it again tonight. I think this new development is a result of the joint supplements she is on and her enthusiasm for the nighttime meal she knows she will receive upstairs.
I dusted off my dSLR camera and macro lens this evening. I’m very rusty but this petunia in our backyard met me more than halfway. Writing from: my study. Listening to: a boxing match on TV in the living-room.
We planted marigolds in the front yard today. Marigolds remind me of my nonna, and this photo reminds me that I really should be using my macro lens on my dSLR to take photos like this one. Writing from: my makeshift study in the dining-room. Listening to: the first season of Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt.
Our back yard is starting to look very springy indeed! Here is a new addition, a Winsome miniature rose for our new home in Rose City. On an unrelated note, my charming husband (and favorite Jacobite scholar) recently contributed his historical expertise to Episode 136 of The Outlander Podcast. You do not need to be a fan of the books or show to enjoy this discussion. [gigya src=“https://d15mj6e6qmt1na.cloudfront.net/cdn/embed_player.swf" style=“background-color:transparent; display:block; max-width: 700px;” flashvars=“image_option=small&imgURL=https%3A%2F%2Fd15mj6e6qmt1na.
The possessions we shipped from Scotland in January are in the country but not yet in our new home. But the impulse to nest is strong, so today we picked up a few flowers to plant in the yard. Writing from: my makeshift study in the dining-room. Listening to: Hazlitt Magazine’s Cavern of Secrets podcast.
[caption id=“attachment_11036” align=“aligncenter” width=“687”] Intrepid as the bee, indifferent to an indifferent world.[/caption] There is more writing news on the way, but today I am just thinking about bees.